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A week before Palm Sunday and we are starting to climb the exponential slope of the bell curve. In these trying times, many folks are scared about the coming future. Though reported deaths are now at 2400, the internet is a buzz that death tolls could potentially rise to 100,000. That’s a scary number.

One virus, replicating itself, over and over. Spreading through invisible means is certainly paranoia inducing. One person may find themselves questioning everything that they touch. It is the invisible world of the microbes that can really get to any stable person. What are we do to?

    Lash out to anyone endangering others.

    Check your roommates: be it spouses, significant others, friends or just people in your building. 

Check the co-workers with whom you share a building with. But how can you really know if they care? As a Rhode Islander, I am proud to call the state of hope my home. In the coming weeks, my family and I may not get to see each other due to actions of who lives in my building.

    30 days is projected to be the top of the bell curve. This doesn’t mean that the virus is going to stop as this bell curve tracks the forward acceleration of the death toll. Three deaths this weekend and more are to come. Keep moving continually forward and be diligent. Protect those with under-lying conditions if a member of your building will not listen to reason. Let’s not go over what reasonable actions are.

    I got a mom and I love her. Living with others causes a questioning of the mind: Can I trust that they will follow along with the 14 day quarantine rule? How do I know where they’ve has been? How do I know where the partner has been? If I ask them: “Are you practicing reasonable actions?” Would they tell me the truth?

    Two weeks ago, a sickness jumped from a roommate of mine to me. Over the previous weekend, partners doing what partners doing, I was told that the other was sick with a sore throat. Fine, I am young and my immune system is strong. But my mind immediately jumps to the one’s I love.

    A person cannot control the actions of another. This is a fact. And only with observations can we track the microbe world. Three days later, I get a sore throat. Six days later, my mom gets a sore throat. Who do I blame?

    Do I blame the gas pump I used to fill up my car? Do I blame the door to the store that I go to on a weekly basis? Do I blame the market when I needed cat food? How about the mail I received the previous day? What about the change I got when I used cash instead of credit?

    Did you know that this virus can spend 9 days on metal? Change, in the form of coins, can be a dangerous thing. Or do I blame the human who came home from Massachusetts after a weekend with their partner who then, two days later, went to go see his mother?

    Let me teach your something about propagation through a network. Two times two is four. Four times two is eight. Eight times two is sixteen. Sixteen times two is thirty two. Thirty two times two is sixty four. Within 4 degrees of movement, with only two connections a piece, we jumped from 2 to 64. Now, imagine with your mind how many things people touch on a daily basis without thinking. Are you aware that you haven’t blinked yet?

    Let’s now jump from 2,400 to 100,000 in two 14 day windows. Doesn’t make much sense. The funny thing about reported numbers is that they need to be reported first. Someone, somewhere has be accepted into being diagnosed asymptotically, go through the motions and come out whichever side. Ask yourself this: How many haven’t been professionally diagnosed because their symptoms are not severe enough?

    What about that mild cough that you only got for a few hours when you woke up that one time a few days go? Do you let that keep you from seeing the ones you loved?

    Here it comes: Choice.

    Choice of words, choice of actions, the unbridled reasoning to support your opinions. Mind the people, mind the surroundings, mind your own mind. It can get the best of you. Fear is powerful, Fear is also loneliness. Fear is the unknown, the red gooey sunrise that begins every morning.

    Looking back, it ain’t gonna stop me from rollerblading on a sunny day.